Two teenagers hear an urban legend about an abandoned copper mine and decide to check it out. When they break in, they accidentally wake up an ancient dark god. A god that wants nothing more than to feast on their bones.
Will Brad and Frank escape? Or will they become its next victims?
"We got about a quarter of the way up when the footsteps started.
Something large and heavy was slowly walking over the shards of pottery and crushing them. They snapped and cracked and the sounds echoed around us like firecrackers going off.
Frank looked down at me. He took his flashlight out of his mouth, one hand still firmly gripping the hole, and shone his light back behind me.
The footsteps stopped.
We stared at each other. Goosebumps rose on my skin.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I dunno, a ghost?”
“Ghost? Are you…” I sighed. “Just, keep moving. Let’s get out of here. I don’t want to stick around to find out.”
“On it,” he said and started climbing again.
I almost lost my grip on the last handhold and scrambled to stay where I was. We were getting close to the top of the incline. Would be faster once we got there, and boy did I want out of that cave. The longer I stayed with my back to the black open nothingness, the more it felt like something was back there, glaring at me."